Cruor was right behind Scorn as she spoke, nodding in agreement with a manic smile on his face. He watched as another conduit appeared, one with control over light it seemed, and began to engage the sand conduit. Cruor watched as she seemed to split into three separate copies of herself, wondering how he should approach the situation. Coming up with a plan, he quickly turned to Scorn, pointing at the blue and yellow version od the conduit. 

"Madame Scorn, you take care of those two versions of the conduit, and I'll take care of the red one and Mr. Sandman." Unable to hold himself back any longer, Cruor bounded off the building and landed right between the red woman and the sand conduit. He rose up, his long cloak-like jacket flapping wildly around him, and thrust his hands up in a theatrical manor.

"Count thy blessings, you filthy pigs, because the Reapers have come to collect their blood harvest." As soon as he had finiahed speaking, he snapped his fingers, causing to tendrils of blood to appear, writhing around as if they were alive. He made them blast forward at high speeds, both about to impale the conduits he faced.